He gave her a dose of magical heat with a kiss to her forehead. Then he took note of the fridge’s contents before closing the door and carrying her to the table.
He sat in a chair with her on his lap, and for a while he just watched her face while playing with the curls falling over her cheeks. When he touched his lips to hers and whispered, her lungs expanded as her heart fluttered.
“You're so beautiful, Layla. Everything else looks ordinary in comparison.”
Unable to properly breathe, she merely mouthed the words thank you.
Taking her face in both hands, he tilted her head back, exposing her throat to his kisses, and she clutched his sides, getting lost in a wave of tingles. Her lungs quickened as her legs flexed around his thighs. Then he suddenly let go and leaned back, leaving her on the edge of insanity alone.
She peeked with one eye and found him grinning at her while holding up a bowl of fruit. “Ready to eat?”
He offered her a strawberry, and she smirked as she took a bite, her heart tap dancing on her ribs. His gaze stayed on her mouth as he vanished the stem. Then he dug back into the bowl. “You know, when I took you to breakfast the day after we met, you wouldn't let me watch you eat.”
“You didn't ask.”
He laughed and touched a grape to her lips. “You would have thought I was crazy if I had.”
She sucked the fruit in and grinned. “Can you imagine how red my face would have gotten? But you’d already charmed me with your wizardly charisma, so I probably would have agreed. Then I would have choked because of my nerves.”
“I would have saved you.”
“Which would have been pointless, because I would have died of embarrassment once I realized what happened.”
He gave her another bite. Then he set the bowl aside and waited for her to finish chewing. Once she had, he took her by the waist and lifted her onto the table. He candidly stared at her naked body for several seconds, taking in every inch by the glow of her aura. Then he moved his mouth to her hip. “You're not so embarrassed anymore.”
She absently reached for the bowl, popping a bite into her mouth while watching his kisses glide along the crease of her upper thigh. Then his tongue dipped between her legs, making her jolt and swallow a half-eaten slice of kiwi. “Does that disappoint you?” she breathed.
He stopped what he was doing and looked at her with glinting black eyes. “Does it look like it disappoints me?”
She grinned as she shook her head no. Then she pulled him to his feet and fed him a bite. “You're not eating.”
“I have all night to eat,” he countered, grabbing a strawberry before sending the bowl away. “Don't worry about my stomach.”
“I'm not worried about anything right now,” she whispered, unable to look away from his hungry eyes.
“Good,” he approved. “That's exactly how I want it to be.”
He held up the strawberry, and as he watched her take a bite, he slowly pressed inside her body. She struggled to chew and swallow as a moan vibrated her throat. Then she lay back on the table, ready to accept anything he wanted to give her.
They didn’t sleep that night, not until the sun slithered through the cracks in the curtain, at which point she fell asleep on his chest… with him inside her. He passed out soon after, and it was a true testament to how exhausted he was that he was able to do so.
Chapter 8
The desert sun crept through polished windows and across a woven rug, pouring over Guthrie’s eyelids. He blinked while shielding the harsh rays with his hand. Then he looked around, finding Lynette sitting beside him, magically scrawling something on a piece of paper. Last night’s love puppet was draped over his midsection, her limp mouth mere inches from his manhood.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “What are you writing?”
“A list,” Lynette answered.
The sleeping woman stirred, and Guthrie groaned as her soft murmur whispered across bare flesh, bringing him erect. “Damn you, Lynette.”
“What?” Lynette coyly returned. “She was fun… and well rewarded for her willingness.”
Guthrie looked down, and while the responsible part of him wanted to remove the witch’s head from his lap, the depraved part of him wanted to move her mouth a few inches to the left. “I hope she isn’t one of the soothsayers we’re taking with us.”
“She isn’t. I checked. She cleanses auras; they call themselves expurgators.”
“Good. The last thing we need is a soothsayer looking to screw her way to a better life. I doubt she has it any easier than we did at that age.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, Guthrie? Look around. We never had shelter like this, or food like we ate last night. Not even the most privileged soldiers in the Dark Elite see amenities like these. Vortigern’s students may be his pawns, but at least he allows them daily comforts.”